...KING!

indie trundle.

[lichmuses]

                                                      tea’s multi muse.                                                   fandom & fandomless.                                                         est. 9/10/2020.                                                                [doc]

                              any pre-existing solo blogs for muses will stay.                                     in case multi muse doesn’t work out.

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📇- Is your muse a gossiper?

Nope not at all. Trundle doesn’t have time for gossip and honestly I can’t imagine trolls to be the gossiping kind. At least not petty gossip. Unless it personally affects Trundle and his rule or threatens to delegitimise his authority, Trundle generally won’t pay attention to it.

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🤝- Does your muse forgive others easily?

Yes and no. 

Trundle believes in a single second chance when it’s deserved. But that second chance is all the offender’s getting. Usually people who are genuinely remorseful of their actions get that chance. Trundle can tell who is a liar and who isn’t. It takes one to know one. Trundle is very good at lying. If that second chance is blown or if the perpetrator does not deserve that chance to begin with, there’s no further forgiveness. 

Trundle’s rule is very concrete and sometimes brutal when it needs to be, but almost all within his warband trust his leadership so no serious unforgivable incidents have surfaced in Trundle’s reign just yet.

Small accidents are usually fine. If it can be fixed, replaced, or a lesson can be learned from it, Trundle is fine to let that slide. Shit happens. Just don’t let shit happen next time.

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🎖- Does your muse enjoy praise?

Loves it.

However, a constant struggle that Trundle deals with is the battle between his proud nature and his sense of duty. Trundle is many things; impulsive, destructive, rash, cunning and in some cases deceitful, but logically he knows that all of this means nothing if he cannot keep his position as king. 

Trundle loves compliments. He loves to be referred to as king. It’s fulfilling his fantasy of being “like Grubgrack”, the ancient troll king he heard in stories when he was a child. But with a little pinch of wisdom and the ability to notice and pick up on things that the average troll would most likely miss, Trundle had to learn to suppress his pride when referred to as such. Trundle knows it’s the little difference of acknowledging his status and proving that he is there for a reason, versus blindly accepting compliments and growing soft from sycophancy, letting the praise rush straight to his head.

This balance can sometimes be very difficult to keep, it’s just how Trundle is. He can’t help it sometimes. But usually the times he lets his pride obstruct him other trolls don’t particularly notice. But, the thing that concerns Trundle the most with these moments of relapse is that he knows that he cannot underestimate any troll. He knows there are other very smart trolls out there, like the one in the northern tribe he met in the short story. 

He just doesn’t know where they are. Or if they have any ideas on becoming king instead.

[rp-meme-glaceon]

Unusual questions for your muse

🛌- Does your muse prefer to sleep under many layers of blankets or only under a few? 🎀- Does your muse like to accessorize? What are their favorite pieces of accessories? 🎐- Does your muse like to collect/hoard anything? 🛋- Does your muse like to have company over? 📱- Is your muse the “oversharing” type? 🐰- Does your muse prefer soft, plush textures or smooth and glossy textures? 💎- Is your muse drawn to things that sparkle? 🔖- Is your muse a daydreamer? What do they tend to think about? Have they ever caught themselves while lost in thought? 📰- Does your muse like to read the news? 📇- Is your muse a gossiper? 🕹- What does your muse do to occupy themselves when bored? 🏚- Does your muse like to explore dangerous places? 🌋- Has your muse done something stupid and not regret it? ⛪️- Does your muse enjoy attending churches they don’t belong to? 🛣- Is your muse considered a wanderer? 🐺- Would your muse consider themselves a lone wolf or a social butterfly? 🤝- Does your muse forgive others easily? 🖖- What “Fandoms” would your muse belong to? 🎖- Does your muse enjoy praise? 🎟- Do they like “so bad it’s good” movies? 🎠- Does your muse like amusement parks/carnivals/festivals? 🏝- Could your muse survive on an uninhabited island all by themselves?

[boneshivered]

something about trundle’s voice in these lines kinda irks me? it sounds just a little bit too comical like “hehe ho ho look at big dumb troll”

i love trundle he’s unfortunately my big destructive son, but it seems there’s a bit of a mismatch between his character in the lore/short stories vs what’s in LoR.

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“That snowballed quickly. Heh heh.”

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“I’m gonna make a you-sicle!”

IT GOT WORSE

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“That snowballed quickly. Heh heh.”

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trundle’s nose is a little bit sensitive. not overly sensitive, but if you boop it he will snort and shake his head. he won’t clobber you over it, he’ll just give you a very annoyed stare.

but i can’t promise that you’d be safe from troll snot.

[boneshivered]

trundle’s nose is a little bit sensitive. not overly sensitive, but if you boop it he will snort and shake his head. he won’t clobber you over it, he’ll just give you a very annoyed stare.

but i can’t promise that you’d be safe from troll snot.

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trundle, going to the citadel after learning a new word:

[expressions-of-nature]

Sion, Switzerland by Martin Adams

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as much as i love seeing new content, im not a fan of trundle’s new ‘crown’ ;;

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"D-d-do you l-l-like shiny th-th-things?"- Boe @troubledtwins

His words roll around in his mouth before he speaks, like soft thunder.

“No point in ‘em. Not really good for eating, and most shiny things the little people talk about are too small to be useful. So nope.”

Trundle’s eyes squint.

“Kings down south have a lot of shiny things. Jewels and stuff. Why? Shiny things don’t make you a better leader. If ya can’t prove your worth and hold your ground without your fancy jewellery and piles o’ gold, you deserve to be usurped.”

@troubledtwins

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HE’S HERE HE’S HERE HE’S HERE HE’S HERE HE’S HERE HE’S HERE HE’S HERE HE’S HERE HE’S HERE HE’S HERE HE’S HERE

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4am thinking about him

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whiteswarm​:

Artica quickly flapped her wings to get beside the hulking troll. “Oh trust me. A’m no liar, ye’ll see fer yerself”

The more they went in, the darker it became, the Vastaya had to free her little shard and make it light up to actually see where they were going. Soon Artica felt discomfort, her breathing got heavier, she felt a hint of nausea

“We’re close. Ah can feel it”

The natural blue ice of the cave’s walls seemed to have black vein like marks into it, getting more numerous the more they went further, and then the first Black Ice crystals, evolving to spikes…

“Shite.” Artica commented when seeing the black pillar that stretched from the ground to the ceiling, pulsing with dark magic inside.

“Told ye ah wasn’t lying”

She didn’t know how Trundle would act, so she decided to instruct him on what to do

“Ah need to cast mah purifying magic on yer club too. And then, we smash it.”

Trundle’s pupils dilated to allow for the lack of light, squinting a little at the rather sudden light source that came from the teeny moth lady. Remembering that little people couldn’t see in the dark like he could, Trundle snorted a little, wondering just how these guys survived for so long before remembering that fire existed.

Trundle bared his teeth defensively while gripping Boneshiver tighter as Artica approached him to bless his club, not wanting any funny business. This club wasn’t just the key to his status, it was a gift. He ain’t gonna take someone casting their fancy spells on it willy-nilly lightly.

The troll’s jaw felt slightly agape at the sight of the dark, icy veins that polluted the glistening blue ice that climbed up the walls of the cavern. It wasn’t long before the gears began to whirr in Trundle’s mind, immediately knowing where he’s seen ice like this before.

He’s walked on it.

“Hey wait a minute...I’ve seen this stuff before. I saw a whole lake full o’ it. Walked across it too. You sure this stuff is dangerous?”